Thunk. Another body fell to the floor, and Noah dropped along with it. However, instead of a hard floor, he landed on a dismembered body of the white ghost. The splatter he made was followed by a groan. He had been fighting for a long while, and he had even filled his immediate surroundings with the bodies of the two.
"When will this end?" Noah got to his feet slowly, but as he did, he was hit by the bullet the white ghost would shoot at her entrance. He loudly screamed in pain as he held onto his shoulder before glaring at the emergence of another pair of enemies.
"I haven't—!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm free, you bastard." Noah snapped and got to his stance as the copy seemed to ignore him and continued to speak. "Are they programmed to spout the same shit every time? Will I die if I don't fight now?"
Noah only stared at them, but he kept on reminding himself of the pain on his shoulder. If he didn't fight, he might not be able to survive. However, there was no point in fighting…
